作曲 : Eugene Abdukhanov/Tatiana Shmayluk/Roman Ibramkhalilov/Vlad Ulasevich

Like a lunatic, frantic

The man in the room looks so dramatic

With a left shoe on his right foot

This spiral traffic feels too traumatic, too traumatic

Quiet

The man is wandering around

Where's the way out he never found?

And inside

There's a ball made of lead

It's rolling and rumbling on parquet

Oh how heavy is the ball!

It bends his spine to the very ground

Neither his nor another

Enormous, ludicrous

Oh how heavy is his thought!

In a half an hour or so

It crushed the floor

And smashed the man's toes

Oh how heavy is his thought!

In a half an hour or so

It crushed the floor

And smashed the man's soul

(Whirl) through the black hole in the floor

(Spin) I begin my whirl

(Swirl) I'm a driftwood with no strength

(Spin) without soul, with no will

Like a feather I travel down (a spiral staircase)

One more loop through abyss (where stairs are erased)

Like a feather I travel down (a spiral staircase)

Falling deeper than it is (all stairs are erased)

Through rapids and stones

I came like water and like wind I go

Through rapids and stones

I came like water and like wind I go

Spin! Swirl!

Whirl! Spin! Swirl!

SWIRL!

Whirl! Spin! Swirl!

Whirl! Spin! Swirl!